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AceLione Dec 2020
Decisions are like leaves of a tree
Some are good and others bother me
They are fed by the rains of emotion
And the winds of relations but them in motion
After a little, a couple will fall
But even after a while, a few remain of the all
The winds of relation might blow them away
None of those good or bad leaves will stay
But then again, they might regrow
How many good or bad, you will never know.
Forte
Kenneth Gray Nov 2020
The gritty, grinding
  Of the Langoleers
Sawing and gnawing
  The bringers of fear
My mind is their playground
   They are all that I hear

They are the Langoleers,
I tell you -
  And they're at it again
I am trapped in their torrent -
  Their tormenting pen
They've knocked me out for the count,
Now they're gloating
   And ready to win
They're pouncing on my pain
   And stirring up sin
They boast of their victory
   Wearing a despicable grin

This sinister cycle of seismic suffering
Is all that these ******* Langoleers
   Have been offering
I look towards the future -
   Fiery hell is all that I'm seeing
As I watch these wretched Langoleers
   Torture my entire being
While in their grasp,
There is no hope for escape
   There is no hope for a freeing
As I scream in endless agony -
   I'll eternally be seething

They are the Langoleers
  And this is my story
Forgive me, friends,
  If my tale is quite gory

But they are the Langoleers
  That's just how they've rolled
Now I am just glad
  That my stories been told

This is the story of the Langoleers
My torment
My darkness
The source of my fears

Take note, and beware
  The horror
  The nightmare
Of the Langoleers
My mind is a ******* up place. This takes inspiration from the monsters in Stephen Kings "The Langoleers". Its my take on it. I'm comparing my mental turmoil to them.
Kenneth Gray Nov 2020
There lies a soldier deep within
He is strapped with might
To fight
The blight
Therein

He is not perfect, nay
He has even sinned
But this battle that's been laid before him
He will surely win
To help bring light
Into the night
Yeah, even unto his own kin

He carries great knowledge of the spiritual realm
For this - he has been placed right at the forefront, yeah
Placed right at the helm
But knowledge = power
Therefore, he will not be overwhelmed

He will be carried straight through
To victory
On the wings of an eagle
He will succeed
It is time for this soldier that I speak of
To be freed
Its time for him to ******* all his armor
For all the world to see
And this soldier that I speak of, is indeed,
Me
Now is the time to be unleashed and be the promising soldier I was always meant to be ✌
I think the poem explains itself. Theres a lot of evil and darkness in this world. Somebody has to fight against it. Ive been called to, but Ive been struggling. Hoping to get out of this cruddy place I'm in and start fighting like I'm meant to.
Lev Rosario Nov 2020
Look not at my heart
This casket of selfishness
Look not at my eyes
Vile twins of hate and judgement
Look not at my mouth
Creator of lies from nil
I am a wretched
Being. Living over graves.
Look not at me. Forget me
Though to lead
WHO chosen,
My moral frozen,
Perpetrators of genocide
And fratricide
From my ethnic side
I have to  support
Abusing my
Diplomatic power
In a bid
They continue to use
On Ethiopians
Political cyanide.

I have to seek
From Egypt
Heavy weapons support
Oblivious tomorrow
My likes and I
Will appear before
The international criminal court.
To Dr Twedros Adhanom,whose track record has to be checked as like likes like.
Ifra Khursheed Nov 2020
Me
Not just yesterday I met her
Since ages I'm trying to get hold of her
So cold, so heartless she seems to be
The evilest of all she sounds to me
I'm scared and wish never to meet her
And stay away in order to cheat her
But helpless I seem in all my efforts
When only I step towards my mirror.
Dylan McFadden Nov 2020
I have looked
Into the face
Of a real-life
Monster

He came into view
When I could
Stare
No longer

I tried to catch him
Flinch,
But when he cringed
I pondered…

I have looked
Into the face
Of a real-life
Monster

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Inspired by all the times I stared at myself in the mirror as a kid...and all the times I've avoided "looking in the mirror" as an adult.

"We have seen the enemy, and he is us"
MisfitOfSociety Nov 2020
All roads lead to hell down here.
If you believe they’ll take you to heaven,
You’re more likely to take them.
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